I came down the hill with the sun at my back hoping to gain any advantage I could. The three riders prepared for my attack and turned their horses toward me. I looked past them and saw Njal trying to engage Sweyn; Njal was no fighter but was holding his own. I gripped the back of my horse with my knees and unleashed both my swords. It's 984 and in Scania and Norway, the old gods are being replaced by a new Christian God. Battles are raging for supremacy over Ireland, and Vikings are doing what they do best, plundering and taking to the high seas. But against all the political turmoil, private...